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I am not at all looking forward to the Olympics. I have no fond, warm and fuzzy feelings attached to memories of watching it. Nor am I looking forward to drinking a glass of wine and watching the opening ceremonies.

Also, I am having a really crappy semester. I do not remember at all what it is that made me choose this profession to begin with.

I love every one of the sports in the winter olympics, and don't think that any of them are poorly designed for spectators. I'm thrilled by skiing, titillated by curling, and stimulated by the biathalon.

The only thing I love more than the Winter Olympics is the Winter X Games.

I remembered this thread every day for the past while until today. And I spent a very short time trying to think of something to say in it so I could bring it to the front page again. And this is the worst I could come up with.

I just love my former housemate, who left me with so much wonderful cleaning to do, now that he's moved out. I don't mind at all that he left so much of his crap, most of it broken down, for me to get rid of! I don't mind that he didn't vacuum or bother to clean (or flush) the toilet or the bathroom at all while he lived here, let alone all his gross bathroom things that he left behind. I totally understand that he doesn't live on the same planet as the rest of us, and that when it became August 1st at midnight last night for everyone else, it meant for him that he could come by "later in the week" to pick up after himself. Because other people who are moving in here deserve to move into a clean home, I rejoice in the opportunity to clean up after him until I throw out my back-- if not today, then, tomorrow! But my favorite thing, the thing I just can't wait to clean for the rest of the night, is all the food and random jars and containers of godknowswhat! Because I have been looking at that stuff for months, hoping he would move out so I could take a nice big whiff of mold, maybe eat it, or throw it away and wash the containers, or throw them away, into my already overflowing garbage can. It's mine, all mine! And the delicious, buttery icing on my urinal cake is that when the garbage bill comes, it will be so much higher! I get to do all this work, for free, and then pay the city for it!